Published: February 7, 2025
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The room had an unpleasant smell, with a lingering hint of blood.
When the Young Master Seat pushed the door open, he saw the Demon Gold Sacred Seat sitting in a wheelchair, head tilted back, eyes closed, and drenched in sweat. His hands were gripping the table tightly.
Instinctively, the Young Master's gaze dropped, and he noticed the mangled flesh of his friend's knee.
It had once been shattered by Bai Feng, but now every week, Demon Gold had to shatter it himself.
The excellent physique of an evolver granted them a perverse recovery ability, yet Demon Gold wished he didn’t have that capability.
To maintain the hope of healing, Demon Gold could not allow his knee to heal in a twisted manner. He had to shatter it again before the wound could scab over, to keep it in the state that person had said was curable.
This was a torment from hell.
"You've come," Demon Gold said.
His voice was calm, but the hoarseness and exhaustion were unmistakable to the Young Master.
"I'm going to Cloud Summit Villa." The Young Master placed a box in front of Demon Gold. He casually opened it, took out a light blue vial, and slowly injected it into his body, relaxing significantly, at least the sweat on his forehead stopped beading.
"I will gather enough money as soon as possible, so that the King of Mourning can help you heal your knees again."
"Should I feel honored that the Young Master has spoken so much?" Demon Gold laughed heartily. Although it sounded like sarcasm, both knew it was merely a joke.
"You’re going to Cloud Summit Villa, right? I heard Ye Zhongming has returned from the secret realm."
Interrupting the Young Master, Demon Gold sighed, "As far as I know, besides him, quite a few others entered the secret realm, but none have come out, only he... No wonder even Vice President Qiu was alarmed this time."
"Can we not mention him!" The Young Master suddenly became a bit irritable.
"Why can't we mention him? Just because he suggested removing my sacred seat?"
"You know?" The Young Master suddenly looked up, revealing a haggard, bearded face, with eyes that no longer resembled those of a human but were like those of a beast or insect, a yellow-brown compound eye!
"Even though I have no strong subordinates now, I still have some sources of information, after all, I am still a sacred seat," Demon Gold waved his hand nonchalantly, as if discussing unimportant matters.
"I know I can't stop you, especially now that you have... a pair of brand new eyes. You want revenge, but be careful, Cloud Summit Villa may be small, but it always has unexpected power. Last time, even the four sacred seats couldn't deal with them, and this time, even with the Sea of Revenge, Yin Tie, and An Hu, you still need to be cautious."
"Because he is a man who can come out of the secret realm."
The room fell silent, and after a moment, the Young Master turned to open the door, then stopped.
"Try to use those slow-release potions sparingly. Although they can relieve pain, they also prolong suffering. Long pain is worse than short pain, why bother?"
After saying that, the Young Master slowly closed the door.
At the moment he grasped the doorknob, Demon Gold saw an intact left hand.
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The battle entered its most brutal phase almost from the start.
It was brutal, not intense.
Because almost every moment, someone fell; some might stand again, but many would no longer have the chance to breathe.
The determined Anti-Cloud Summit Alliance unleashed all their might, and it was chillingly fierce.
Aside from leaving some people and three level five monsters to guard against the still-watching mysterious team, all other forces were deployed.
At the forefront were monsters, but different from before; these three were level six monsters from the divine hall, each with a glaring red magic crystal on their foreheads.